Novel & Cerita Tray Fresh Prince Of Bel Air

Drake said and Adrian quickly went over it. There were a few pictures of Claire in the file and as he looked through everything, he handed it back to Adrian. “I'm going to be having dinner in the restaurant tonight,” Adrian said but looked up at Drake when he didn't say a word after that. “Is there a problem?” “King Trace and Princess Eliza will be arriving from the Seat of Trace to see your father and he had ordered that both you and Xander should be available for dinner tonight,” Drake informed and a frown appeared on his face as he heard that.

Carson Pryce had arrived. He wasn’t alone. A young man in a suit that probably cost more than my car trailed him, holding an iPad. Pryce himself was a study in calculated casualness: tailored chinos, a navy polo, expensive sunglasses. He looked like he’d arrived by yacht, not sedan. He moved through the crowd with a thin, acknowledging smile, not stopping to talk, a shark gliding through a coral reef of commoners. He made his way toward the food tables—toward me. My heart hammered a silly rhythm against my ribs. I busied myself with a perfectly arranged pie, just as he reached the other side of the table.

Troy replied, rubbing his sleepy eyes. "Okay, I will wait. Grace will be there too!" she said before turning and walking past me. "Sarah, where’s my little champ?" Troy came out of the room, immediately looking for Prince. “He’s sunbathing outside. I left him with Joyce earlier." Troy smiled, grabbed my fingers, and led me to the yard. "Did you shower already?" he asked. I nodded. "No wonder you smell nice. Makes me want to kiss you. Hehe..."

Once she saw that I was awake, she dropped her phone on the couch and carried the tray, approaching me. “The sleepyhead is finally awake!” Pearl said in a sing-song voice, sashaying towards me. She smiled as she placed the tray on the bed. “And I brought the first Princess of the Lycan Kingdom breakfast in bed.” She bowed dramatically, gesturing at the tray. I couldn't help it so I burst out laughing, my hand flying to my mouth to stifle the sound a bit. “Oh come on,” I cooed, playfully rolling my eyes at her. “There's nothing like the first princess. And who told you I'm back here as your first princess by the way?”

♡VIRANICA POV♡ I got early and made my little prince to get ready he is looking so cute in this attire I wonder how many bad eyes will look at my little prince he is looking extreme cute aww I gave him to prince and started getting ready both father and son are playing I came out after getting read jai is not there I asked "prince where is jai" he pulled me to his lap as I'm wearing saree his palm is on my bare waist he said "think about your poor husband also wifey don't think always about your son only"

"Nice to meet you." "And the-" he gestured to the twins but was stopped by them. "Fred," said one of the twins. "We want to be introduced last." continued the other. These guys are embarrassing. "Very well," Fred nodded and gestured to the prince, who I already started to dislike. "This here is Prince Ace Feradin from the Kingdom of Tordis. Please forgive him from his rudeness earlier." Instead of bowing, prince Ace nodded his head once. "By the way, that's PRINCE Ace for YOU"

“They are practically saying that I got seduced by you.” “Sorry but eww.” I couldn't help but make a face. “But, it can't be something that serious, right? It's not like you are some Hollywood prince or something,” I added with an eye roll. Mr. Pryce just looked at me and I sure wasn't liking the vibes I was getting from the room. Tara coughed awkwardly. “He actually is the Hollywood prince,” she told me. I blinked once and then twice. “You mean like he's royalty?”

Nadia lifted her glass as she carried on, “A toast to the prince.” They all raised their glasses in unison, “A toast to the prince.” Early access to chapters: www.p*****n.com/taniashava

“Cayden still living up there then?” I blinked. “If you know he’s with the Priory, then you know he goes by Thefros now.” He nodded, still smiling. “So, taking her to meet the family?” “Not quite.” Oscar leaned back and studied me with too much interest. “What are you going to do when she finds out you’re a prince? That you’ve been dragging her deeper into a world she never asked for?” I stayed quiet, jaw tightening. “What if she doesn’t want to go back with you?” he added, more softly this time. “What if she wants to stay here? Would you give it up, the title, the crown, all of it for her?”